However, a sudden thought crossed his mind and made him laugh.
"I forgot to tell him it's a demonic territory."
Litia raised her palms and shook her head.
"I wanted to keep the surprise for when he reaches it. Anyway, besides Durgrim, who's more open than others, no one will follow you if you tell them about it."
'I guess I became a scammer... well, they'll refuse to leave after a few days of peace, anyway.'
His confident laughter echoed as he passed through fields.
The corner of his lips rose into a soft smile, the scenery mixing golden and green ears of wheat and hop bringing peace to his heart.
He turned his head on his way, watching lines of trees. Their lush leaves rustled under the midday bright sun. A few fruits, rip before the others, sparkled with bright colors and vitality on their branches. On the ground, he saw moisture glint on the rows of fresh vegetables in wonder and expectation.
"We'll soon produce our own."
